A big thank you to the Shimzter for letting me take this beat for a spin, please check her out right here on NG and on Soundcloud.

Lyrics:

I book a train
I book a session
The shit done changed
Since I left it
Who came and touched everything
I left in your possession
My pain is a weapon
Disdain for your presence

Shuddering cars on a rickety track
clickety clack
Bringing me back to a committed collapse
Blast past a couple of blocks and stomach the vomit coming up
Interrupting my thought process
I got left in the middle of dealing with concepts I didn't have a grasp on
Latch on to bomb threats
The nonsense that nonchalantly walks through the crevices of evident intentions eventually drops through
Cop shoots, lost in the thought spew
Onslaught of an odd crew past curfew
Hurt moves in devastating waves, the monsoon will soon drown the onlookers promulgating the conflict
The wrong move is written in the faces of those who oppose you
Stepping into the grave with one shoe on your sole truth
Blow fuse
Detonate the hatred with a bold move
Fold into the cold of the moon

Edit my confessions with some leverage
Never forget the never agains but then again I forget the end of it every now and then
Now I'm thinner than the lacquer on a lachrymose face attacked with the sadness in the lacrimal vase of every base piece of boot scum surfing through the symbolism just to get a diminishing value out of the literature
Power to the minister
Little kittens devoured by the towering malpractitioner
How's that Dillinger shit panning out for you
Man enough to get out and stand for it now
With a devout few lunatics at the bow
When the crowd cave and applause I know I'm in for the count
Callous and loud, shouting like the pockets of the dealers in the alley around the corner and downed in the scuffle
Huddle up to the trash can, bad man, afghan scab hands grab scabbard and stab into the back
Damn.